Blackface and Whitewash
I finally got to watch this, the only Best Picture Academy Award winner I hadn't seen, and found it unexpectedly more watchable than some of its fellow winners. I enjoyed Powell's performance, Myrna Loy as a redhead, the real Fanny Brice, the extravagant "pretty girl" number and even the dog and pony show, but the fake Eddie Cantor blackface song and dance was disturbing to see in a Best Picture winner. Maybe it should be looked at as a history lesson - a reminder of the racism of the era. I would also complain about the whitewashing of Ziegfeld's life, which comes across as even phonier than Luise Rainer's glycerine tears, but since the opening credits state: "Suggested by romances and incidents in the life of America's greatest showman, Florenz Ziegfeld, Jr." I suppose I was duly forewarned not to expect a realistic biopic (if such a thing exists.)